Album
Rookie in the Ring - EP
Hanna Rae's Nashville debut EP - indie-pop / folk / singer-songwriter
- Songs featured in
- Paste Magazine, American Songwriter, Relevant Magazine
- Released
- February 2015
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Songs
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Writer
Hanna Walters (BMI) 100%
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we go together
like oil and vinegar
shake it up and then let it be
that's you and mewe watch the sunrise
through two different sets of eyes
but i can't help but think
we see the same thingscross my heart and hope to die
I won't leave this place without you by my sidethe man in the moon
has nothing on you
even though he's way up high because
here on the group
I've already found
the man who's gravity keeps me safe from the tidesyou scratch my back
and I'll scratch yours
and if your hands get cold
I'll make them warmyou turn off the light
and crawl into bed
the nook in your shoulder
was made for my headclose your eyes count one two three
take a breath and bend your kneesthe man in the moon
has nothing on you
even though he's way up high because
here on the group
I've already found
the man who's gravity keeps me safe from the tidesoh, oh, oh
oh, oh, the man in the moon -
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Hanna Walters (BMI) 100%
Description
Knowing someone is not good for you, but, against better judgement, you still find yourself thinking about them.
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you get under my skin like a splinter
you know your fingertips could ruin me
you make me shiver like the dead of winter
you push me up from the bottom of the sea
and now I'm shriveled up inside my skin
what once was new is now worn in
im traveling down this road alone
my only friend's a skipping stone
my only friends a skipping stone
take this burden from my mind
replace it with a jar of wine
wrap it up in sheets of white
and toss it far into the night
into the night
virginia's never been so cold
the air is biting at my tongue
the birds have put away their song
the mountains never seemed so small
the mountains never seemed so small
take this burden from my mind
replace it with a jar of wine
wrap it up in sheets of white
and toss it far into the night
into the night
i'm swinging, swinging through the days
there are pictures passing by my gaze
i'm breathing, breathing audibly
but i don't hear a sound coming from me
i don't hear a sound coming from me
take this burden from my mind
replace it with a jar of wine
wrap it up in sheets of white
and toss it far into the night
into the night
oh, oh, oh
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Hanna Walters (BMI) 100%
Description
This song is about understanding you are different from the perfect characters you see in movies and wanting someone to be different with.
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she sits alone, drinking her coffee
wonders when or if he'll notice her
she flips the pages of an Agatha Christie
a little mystery for a small town girl
he covers his skin in quotes from shakespeare
and is well versed in the words she loves
he plays the mando and writes lots of songs
about things she only ever dreams of
and all she sees
is they all go marching two by two
with their cigarettes and their converse shoes
a spinning record sets the scene
black and white
on silver screens
she looks so casual while she jots in her notebook
between each line, she scans the scene
he can feel her staring over his shoulder
he turns around and their eyes me
and all he sees
is they all go marching two by two
with their cigarettes and their converse shoes
a spinning record sets the scene
black and white
on silver screens
and all she ever wanted was
just someone else who didn't quite fit in
so she wouldn't have to travel down this road alone
just another hand she could call her own
and they all go marching two by two
with their cigarettes and their converse shoes
a spinning record sets the scene
black and white
on silver screens
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Hanna Walters (BMI) 100%
Description
Loving someone who is never fully themselves around you.
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you keep everyone at arms length
your thoughts are locked up in a box at the bank
like a Rubix cube with no solution
or the planets without revolutionthe road is empty and the night is endless
your seatbelt hold you when you're shaking and your breathless
each mile you pass marks a memory
escaping who you used to be
escaping who you used to bewhere do you leave your heart
in a different city every night
where do you leave your thoughts
they're in a different state of mind
things have never and will never be the same
ince Alabama changed you, woah
since Alabama changed you, woahand you know you're like flipping a coin
you're a gamble to those who play
and while you're way up in the air
oh, the ground, the ground patiently awaits
oh, the ground, the ground patiently awaitswhere do you leave your heart
in a different city every night
where do you leave your thoughts
they're in a different state of mind
things have never and will never be the same
since Alabama changed you, woah
since Alabama changed you, woahand its not that you mean to live behind steel walls
or to let nobody in
its just the way in which the sea has taught
you not to sink but to swimwhy do you leave your heart
in a different city every night
why do you leave your thoughts
in a different state of mind
things have never and will never be the same
since alabama changed you, woah -
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Writer
Hanna Walters (BMI) 100%
Description
Looking for something to fulfill you and being tired of looking in the wrong places.
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How do I begin
with just this paper and this pen
throw some words on a page
that'll never be enoughI'd been playing charades
I'd been acting out for six months now
but I never said a thing
holding pride to my chest
I should've been surrenderingI'd grown used to living in old chapels
spending time down on calloused knees
I guess I never saw you coming
you knocked me out
like a rookie in the ringi'm through leaving lipstick stains
on every coffee cup i meet
no longer longing for a stranger
to ask about my storynow i put my tears to bed
and i rest my tired eyes
i always hoped the rain would end
and that the sun would risebut i'd grown used to living in old chapels
spending time down on calloused knees
i guess i never saw you coming
you knocked me out
took me down
to the ground
like a rookie in the ring -
